Spent Saturday morning with this little sweetheart and her extended family as they travelled from 3 different states to celebrate their Dad/Pappy’s 60th birthday. Thanks for allowing me to capture these precious times for you guys! 💛
I found this sweet little book on Amazon called "Some Babies are Adopted" by Cindy Walker. It just came in and we read it tonight. 😍 See we always talk about adoption around Bentley. We are always out and about and at LEAST 1 person on every outing comes up to us to say what a gorgeous fam I have. We get to talking and this is how the convo goes 9Xs out of 10, them: how old are they?, Me: 3, them: oh twins? Me: No, them: how far apart? Me: 7 months, Them: 🤔 Most times, the conversation goes on and i'll explain that I adopted my son. Bentley has heard this conversation time and time again since I brought him home. However, I have never outright told him he was adopted, nor explained what that meant. I wasn't entirely sure how to. I mean, he's a toddler!! But he's getting to that age where he's starting to understand the world around him and questions everything! I have been advised by many to start with books that his little mind can comprehend. It was the sweetest way to open up a conversation about it to a very curious 3 year old. I showed him pictures of his Biological Mother and him when he was a baby. We talked about how he was in her belly but that she asked me to care for him in a way she knew she couldn't. His sisters were so sweet to him. Keke of course already knows and was concerned that he would be sad. Keani said it was a "great story". 😆 He had many questions. All of which I did my best to explain. He didn't quite understand and that's ok. The dialogue was opened and now we can continue the conversation throughout the years.
From little seeds grow mighty trees 🌳🌲 On first glance you’d miss little Johnny walking there, being overshadowed by the giant stature of the tree. But the saying “the days are long but the years are short” has never felt truer. Some days the 10% selfish side of me wishes my children to grow quicker and make my job easier. The other 90% #mumlife side of me wishes that they’d freeze in time, never grow up and stay dependant, cute and innocent forever 😔 .
344/365 Frankie has been a fan of Twenty One Pilots for a few years now. He listens to their cd's, watches their videos, sings their songs, and analyzes their lyrics all the time. Well, today he randomly told me that he sings their songs to himself when he doesn't have anyone to play with on the playground at school. He wasn't upset (just matter of fact) and told me that those are "good thoughts" and that his favorite one to sing is My Blood. ❤
I thought it was pretty cool because a lot of @twentyonepilots songs are about using music and their faith in God to help fight anxiety and depression. Frankie isn't depressed, but he has dealt with anxiety since he was 2. He still can't put into words what he's feeling or why when it happens, so we've just had to figure out what works over the years. We've never discussed how music can help though. He's very literal, so we've had several discussions about what different lyrics mean (trying to be better, asking God for help, etc), but he picked that up himself.
Our conversation this afternoon motivated me to dress him up like the drummer, @joshuadun, for a quick photo (something we've been wanting to do for a while). He was so excited and told me immediately afterward to never take the yellow strips off his shirt!
I love this little Bandito of mine. ||-//
Lordy... look at these two! Someone gonna need her a horse soooon😂❤️
Days of muddy puddles ❤️
All der Weihnachtsschmuck steckt in einem verlorenen Karton im Keller... unser Baum trägt fünfzehn kleine Holzanhänger, die ich im Sommer auf dem Flohmarkt gefunden und im Wohnzimmer-Schrank zwischengelagert hatte. Skifahrende Kinder, Schneemänner und Engel, die auf Schaukelpferdchen sitzen. Wunderschön und genau die, die es bei uns damals auch gab. Und dann diese Krippe. Ein Glück, dass wir die haben. Auch wenn sie zu früh steht und das Baby schon da ist. Und sie hat Macken und ist nichts für Kinderhände. Aber für mich ist sie perfekt.
👶🏻It’s almost inevitable... I leave and a major milestone happens. 🤷🏼♀️ this little girl took her first steps while I was away. And oh the sweetness of coming home to her and watching the joy that spreads across her face every time she takes a step. She is so incredibly proud of herself and it melts me! I wish I could have seen the first ones but my amazing in laws caught a few videos! .
🙋🏼♀️Have you ever missed a major milestone with your kiddos?
There she was a teeny tiny, bald 😆 baby girl 💝 We had picked her name hours before not knowing Id be having a c section that night. JereMiah was how we came up with her name. “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”
Little did we know that verse was about to speak directly to us, as if it were written for us. Little miss Miah Grace spent a month in the NICU and got to come home right before Christmas. 🎄 All 4.5 lbs of her 😍 You know how I was working those 400 hours to get insurance? Well I qualified in November so that meant starting December 1st I/we would have medical insurance. I was admitted to the hospital November 18 and she was born November 20. 😭 We had no insurance, this made me feel so out of control because this was not a part of my/our plan. Nothing was covered- not the hospital stay, not my c-section, not the NICU stay. You know how much a night they charge? 7,000 😬 on top of just experiencing the most traumatic thing of my life, there we were dumbfounded wondering what the heck just happened. I had tried so hard and nothing. 300,000 later we ended up filing for bankruptcy. As someone who prided herself on perfect credit scores and budgeting I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I felt like I was being punished. I didn’t really get to process the depth of it right away because I was spending my time back and forth at the Nicu and waking multiple times a night to pump. We had some amazing support from friends and family and the amazing Nan Tolbert Nurturing center in Ojai. For any local mom that needs resources- counseling, mothers helpers, baby classes, breast feeding support- they have it all. In the end bankruptcy was a huge blessing. Turns out when we are weak He is strong 💪 Our plans are just that, ours not His. God knew what he was doing the whole time, He just forgot to let us in on it til later- that usually happens though right?
Have you ever had an a-ha moment where you felt like life is so unfair than God showed up in miraculous ways?
I miss Lady Aurora so much! Looking forward to being back in Alaska to capture this beauty again soon.